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letra de carry on - naomasa

b-tch my name is project pimp, the project pimp is who i am
strapped like j-p on the track wit the gat, cause project pimp don’t give a d-mn

[verse: project pimp]
4 to the 4 be barkin, knockin these n-ggas down, makin em spit up blood
thundering lightning, it’s raining outside, ballin through the f-ckin mud
huffin´ and puffin´, a n-gga be stuffin the yalk in my nuts as i’m gettin on them dogs
sneakin´ and creepin´ my way through da bushes, glow from the flashlight is makin me crawl
n-ggas be thinkin that i cannot get away from these d-mn folks but i gotta escape
runnin and gunnin, gettin chased through the weeds, floatin and strokin my way through the lake
ain’t no love, south memphis thug, hill villain n-gga that’s all about green
late night n-ggas i’m back yard bound, strugglin, hustlin, tryin to come clean
mister mister mouth on my pistol, now he can’t talk cause his mouth full of steel
n-gga wouldn’t give me his money, it’s funny, i swung like mike tyson and knocked out his grill
smile and a grin on my face as i’m vampin the scene wit a bag full of money, it’s on
ballin and peeling my way through the field, grip on the .44, pistol grip chrome
leaving a mystery, n-ggas don’t notice me, hollow tip hollow point make you regret
rest of you bustas just give me 10 feet cause i’m project pimp ho and i’m strapped with that tec

- naomasa

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